Going Down Hard (Billionaire Bad Boys 3)

“You’re bad.”

“You like me that way. Come on.” He strode to the bathroom and stood her on the rug before turning on the shower jets.

The heaviest spray came from the ceiling, but there were side jets as well as a handheld massager. Personally he wasn’t interested in those. He waited until the water temperature heated before leading her into the steam-filled glass enclosure, shutting the door behind them.

“Let’s start by getting you clean.” He poured a generous amount of liquid soap into his hand and lathered up, then bent down and began to soap up her legs, working his way up her calves, massaging her muscles until she moaned out load.

The sound went straight to his cock, which now stood erect against his stomach. Ignoring the discomfort, he focused on Cassie, pressing his fingers behind her knees, moving upward along her thighs. Water sluiced down her skin, draining the soap away as he moved upward.

“Derek,” she said, a warning tone in her voice.

“You’re saying you don’t want me to do this?” He used his thumbs, easing the pads along the seam of her thigh and her sex, slowly inching upward, pulling her outer lips apart.

“Ooh,” she said, and as he glanced up, her head tipped up, her pure enjoyment clear.

“Step back, lean against the wall,” he said, waiting until she complied. Once she was braced, he raised one leg and placed her foot on the small ledge where he kept the shampoo, exposing her for his view.

And his mouth and tongue. Then he licked her, from as far back as he could reach, along the seam of her inner lips, dipping inside, and ending at her clit, closing his lips over the tiny bud.

“Oh God.”

He was sensing a theme. Her inability to speak more than guttural, pleasure-filled words. Which meant he was accomplishing his goal. He ran his tongue along her clit, teasing with soft flickers back and forth until she shook hard, her hands coming to rest on his shoulders. He eased her back with long laps, soothing her and letting the waves ebb before taking her up again.

“Fuck,” she murmured, her nails digging into his skin, her sex arching, pushing at his face, her body pleading with him for harder suckling.

He had no problem complying. With his face pressing against her sex, she began to rock against him, and he gave her the pressure, the force she needed in order to break apart.

“Derek!” This time the scream was accompanied by a full-body climax, and he let her ride out the storm, drinking in her juices, her scent, her essence.

He rose to his feet, legs weak, when she met his gaze. “Fuck me. Now. Hard.”

God, he wanted to. “Condoms in the bedroom.”

She gripped his head in her hands, her eyes wild with need. “I’m clean. I haven’t been with anyone in years.”

“Me neither. And tested for life insurance.” He bit the words out at the same time he lifted her up and slammed her down on his cock. He speared her with one thrust, and she cried out in pleasure.

“Yes. Yes.” He drove into her, her back pressed hard against the stone tile, pummeling her with driving need.

His balls ached, drawing up, everything inside him on the edge.

“Coming. Now. Oh God, oh God.”

He thrust again harder as she shattered, her orgasm a force that took him along with her, his entire body and mind consumed with pleasure.

He came back to himself to find a starry-eyed Cassie leaning against the wall, looking as sated as he felt.

He didn’t know what the future had in store, but the here and now was pretty fucking great.

Chapter Eight

For the next two weeks, Cassie alternated between showing up at Derek’s office and being at home, packing and moving into her new apartment. She’d hired a company to do the breakables, the things she didn’t have to go through one by one. She chose what she wanted to furnish the apartment with and what she wanted to store, hopefully for a house in the future.

And during the process and the day of the actual move, she avoided her brother as best she could, her anger at him for displacing her growing instead of abating. For Cassie it was the principle of the thing, because she was beginning to look forward to living in Manhattan.

And she knew she had Derek to thank. She wanted to be closer to where he lived. To not have to rush out to take the train home after an intense sexual encounter, either in his office behind closed doors or at his apartment after work. She refused to think about what this thing between them meant, choosing instead to focus on enjoying what they shared. She’d never had a relationship that was easy, and this one was.

While at his work, she stayed in the background although she was always aware of Derek and their electric connection. As was he. He would always seek her out, his gaze falling on hers, no matter how busy he happened to be.